Era de Uranio

The mandarin
Lost his balance
His hands are no longer
Those of the seesaw
Not everything was luck
Nor the clothes of the lights
Tight bodies
Towards the sky
With a string
He hung
The old absurd dancer
From the circuses
And the falling trees
Nothing retreats anymore
Today I want your hands
Your dawn hands
And the sound of dawn was delayed
With the wind tired of walking and walking
And a gale will transmute
Into drizzle of this uranium age
And upon waking up
We will be light
And we will fall like drops of water
The old melody will have its warmth the same
And the bird will always migrate again
The songwriter sang off-key
His baby when she was left alone
She ran a piece of furniture
Her letters were getting wet
Erasing small black stones of music